Ezekiel

Ezekiel Mar 2021

My day, my cake, my family with fake masks, uncover the truth, stay put.

Don't look, don't go, restrictions on space, my limitless.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

Fill pals, fill empty hearts, but they grow to be brutal.

My cologne doesn't smell the same, I am sick.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

I get by, without being broken, glass behind a safe.

Opposites, my shirt is flipped and so is my memory, I have not eaten.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

Claimed by a poor family, they have just enough to spare.

They have watched, and seen, I am a victim, for the first time.

They know what I like, and dislike, I have found love.

Unlike draining conversations, these are plentiful.

Unsettled to this feeling, but it feels right.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

This poem is of many, this is a series that I have been thinking about, the series itself is called "Eugene". But this specific poem in my early starting series is dedicated to an important person in my life who has taught me to be humble. Hope you enjoy :)

#love #share #family #hope #adult

Feb 2021

shianne rose

two types

there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

Ezekiel Feb 2021

Unconditional Love

On a lamp lit day, when I have come from the depths of outside.
You greet me with a warm face, and shiny eyes.
Your eyes, like pearls that have had their fair share of life.

Unlike a regular blank face your default is one with a smile.
And unlike confidential files your secrets are spilled like water.

We gather around the half broken table and start a puzzle.
Half broken hands teaching me the instructions of puzzles.

Where I would say "puzzles don't have instructions".
Then you would reply with a nod and a smile

Sometimes I am broken, and it is not clear how I would fix myself.
"There are simply no instructions" I would say.
Although, I still nod my head and smile.

This poem, is for my Grandma she continuously provides me with secret life lessons like this one. I am truly grateful to have these lessons. Please don't be afraid to critique or complement me, in the end it all helps me.

#love #special #people #life

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